He stepped closed his gaze locking onto her. "I am everything you've ever longed for, hidden in the shadows of your dreams," he whispered, his voice low and deep. "Even if you don't remember, you've always known me. I've been in your dreams, in your...
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In the silence of the night, deep thoughts unravel, Questions arise from the depths of the soul, Each thought a thread connecting the vastness of existence,Revealing the profound mysteries that lie hidden｡:ﾟﾟ:｡｡:ﾟﾟ:｡✿
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Darkness has never been merely the end of the night for me. It always holds something that unsettles me-like an invisible presence watching my every move.
As a child, I often felt that there was something in the darkness, something very close to me, yet unknown.Now that I am older, I realize that this fear has never truly vanished. It has merely transformed into an unusual pull and a deep yearning. I have given it a name-Stranger.
Stranger is not confined to the external world. It has seeped into my thoughts and feelings. It feels like an integral part of every event in my life, though I cannot fully comprehend it.
Sometimes it feels deep within me, and sometimes it wanders through the external world. It is like an unknown force that constantly draws me, along a path with no beginning or end.
When I ponder whether stranger is real or just a figment of my imagination, I find myself in doubt. Its presence is so tangible that I cannot dismiss it, yet whenever I try to touch it, it vanishes like smoke. Is it fear, or something beyond this world? Is it a part of my reality, or just an image hidden in the depths ofSttranger?"
I am sharing these thoughts with you, dear Sky (diary)," for no one else can understand what is going on inside me. This is my story-or perhaps a dream I am living. Sometimes I ask myself-Is it all real, or just shadows of my imagination?
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Sept/6/20xx °°°°°°°°°°°°°𓆩☾𓆪°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
Dear Sky
It has been a while since I last poured my thoughts onto these pages. Tonight, as darkness spreads over the earth, I feel a deep yearning to reconnect with you. As a child, I would often lie on the carpet on my roof, gazing at the vast sky through my deep brown eyes. The stars, their light piercing the night's darkness, always filled me with a profound sense of wonder. I used to believe they were gateways to an unseen world, concealing countless mysteries.
In the stillness of the night, with the sky's shadow enveloping me, I would lie on the roof with my black hair spread out over the carpet, finding comfort in its soft embrace. My hair, like an extension of the darkness, provided me with a unique sense of peace and security. The gentle glimmer of the stars seemed to converse with the depths of my being, as if revealing the secrets of my dreams and thoughts.
